Coso, Chorizos and Chicharos


“Vale,” Dad’s voice came through a little shaky over the phone. “Are you very busy today? Your Mom is driving me crazy and I need some help.”

Mom had been having serious bouts of dementia and Dad himself wasn’t feeling all that great. “I’m not that busy today, Papi. I’ll swing by around lunch time.”

His voice perked up a bit. “Gracias, mijo.”

It would be my very last telephone conversation with my father.

I finished up some paperwork, replied to a couple of emails and rescheduled my afternoon appointment. Now, in retrospect, I realize I should have been happy that Id get to spend an afternoon with Mom and Dad, but the truth is, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Dad was in a lot of pain. His back and hips were causing him all kinds of hurt and he was very frail. It was difficult to see Dad, the big, strong ox, so weak, so thin, so helpless. Mom wasn’t doing so well either and adding to that was the dementia, which had gotten progressively worse in recent months.

I called Dad back as I left the office. “Did you two already have lunch?”

Dad said he’d had a little something but Mom hadn’t eaten. “Your Mom says she is going to cook. Chicharos.”

It had been months if not years since mom had taken to the kitchen and while I welcomed a steaming bowl of Mom’s chicharos, you never know how the food a person with dementia cooks will turn out. “I’ll swing by the Latin Cafe,” I told him. “pick up a couple media noches and for you a Latin 2000. It’s like a Cuban sandwich but with chorizo.”

“Ok,”he replied. “Sounds good.” You could never have too much food, according to Dad.

When I got to Mom and Dad’s, sandwiches in hand, Mom was in the front the front porch, staring out the window. “I thought you were your Dad,” she said. “he still isnt back from work.”

Mom thought Dad, who was sitting in his recliner watching tv, was Dad’s Dad. “Your father left me with the old man,” she told me. “And he looks ill.”

Dad and I laughed through the sadness about it. “She’s been like that since yesterday,” he said. “Driving me nuts.”

I broke out the sandwiches even though Dad said he wasnt all that hungry. I knew once he saw the chorizo, he’d eat. And he did. “Este sandwich esta empigau,” he said. “Dont eat the other half. I want it for later.”

Mom was tinkering around in the kitchen, searching in all the wrong places for everything she’d need to make the chicharos. She’s lived in this house over thirty years, cooked 2 or 3 squares a day, every day and couldnt even remember where she her pots or pans, her spices, spoons or anything else.

For the very first time in my life, at the age of 49, I helped Mom cook chicharos. The very same chicharos she’d pour over my head when Id refuse to eat them as a kid.

Dad napped most of the day while I chased after Mom. She kept pacing back and forth, going out to the front porch, bitching and moaning that Dad was late from work and he wasnt answering his phone and he was supposed to be home already and what if something happened and maybe I should go look for him. To say that witnessing this, living this, is heartbreaking is an overwhelming understatement.

I could not imagine what it must have felt for my Dad to live through this. To see his wife of 60 years mentally deteriorate to such an extent and he not be able to do anything for her. Dad could barely stand, he could hardly walk and for a man like my father, who spent his life protecting and providing and caring for his family, it must have been relentlessly devastating. The weight of the world on his shoulders.

Mom returned from one of her forays to the porch and suddenly recognized Dad. “When did you get home,” she asked. “we’ve all been waiting for you.”

Luckily or as I like to think by design, the dementia had given mom a short reprieve in the late afternoon and she went and sat next to Dad. She cupped his face in her hands, combed his white whisps back behind his ears and kissed his big hands. I could tell Dad was fighting back the tears but for those fleeting moments, they were so happy to see each other again.

“Coso,” Mom whispered to Dad. “I made you chicharos. Do you want a bowl?”

Dad said he thought she’d never asked. “the aroma was making me hungry.”

I helped Mom find his tray, set it up and serve him a bowl of chicharos that Mom and I made. Dad savored every bite and asked for a little more. “Este potaje esta de competencia.”

A couple hours later, Dad would have a pulmonary embolism, we would call 911 and Fire Rescue would take him to the ER.

He would never see his home again.

When Every Second Counts

A fascinating look at just a second from every day out of a year that we would typically throw down the memory hole in the whole contest of just one day, let alone 365…

From The Blaze:

Three hundred sixty-five seconds. It’s amazing how just one second a year adds up and can give a glimpse into someone’s life.

That’s all Matt Skuta gave us as a look into his past year. But it’s enough to show us, as the Daily Dot put it, “that even in a year without major, life-changing moments for us, even the most mundane seconds have meaning.”

That Which Makes Us “Special” Makes Us “Exceptional”

I just had to post this. Please meet Miss Rion Paige, an F-5 tornado

WOW! Miss Paige’s singing talent aside, can you imagine if today’s non-challenged kids had even 1/2 the spirit, attitude and determination this young woman has?!? Make no excuses. Never allow anyone else to make excuses on your behalf. Just find who and what you are and do it.

You go, girl!

HT: The Blaze where there are more videos of Rion singing through the years.

El Rookie


A great piece on Marlins All Star pitcher Jose Fernandez at Grantland:

He first saw it about five years ago, while he was floating on a boat about 10 miles from shore — lights stacked on top of lights, all spread upward and outward, wrapping around a piece of land that stretched north and west for several thousand miles more. He knew little about the city. He knew it had Cubans — the lucky few who had succeeded in making the trip he was now attempting. He knew it had baseball. He had heard from some that life there was easy, from others that life there was hard. Either way, he knew he wanted to go. And he knew that, on this night at least, he would never make it to shore.

Because as close as those lights were, Fernandez saw another pair of lights that were much closer — lights from a boat belonging to the United States Coast Guard, just a few hundred yards away. “When you see those lights,” Fernandez says, “you know it’s over. You hear the stories about those people. They’re incredible at their job.”

Their job in these waters, at least since the United States changed its policy in 1995, is to send Cubans back to where they came from. The law is odd, but simple. If you’re a Cuban defector who makes it to U.S. soil, you can stay. If you’re caught in the water, you go home.

Fernandez was caught in the water. The Coast Guard would send him to Cuba. The Cuban government would send him to prison. That would be fine, Fernandez thought. He just needed to survive. As long as he did that, someday, he could leave again.

Read the whole fantastic thing, right here.

Love, Loyalty, and Devotion

Amid the rising flood of scandal and controversy I found this bright beacon…


From Newsmax:

Today, June 5, Nancy Reagan placed Pope John Paul II Roses at the gravesite of her husband, President Ronald Reagan, on the ninth anniversary of his passing. The flowers were picked from the garden of a dear friend and chosen specifically to honor the extraordinary relationship that was forged between President Reagan and the Pope during the 1980s.

The Pure Brilliance of Dr. Benjamin Carson – UPDATED

A good friend suggested I look into the CSPAN video of the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast from this morning, and fast forward to the address from Dr. Benjamin Carson, director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at The Johns Hopkins Medical Institutions.

In under a half hour this learned and accomplished man said more and made more solid sense than Obama has in his entire adult life building for himself a political career. Dr. Carson knows what this nation was built on. He knows how this nation is supposed to run. He knows how the people of this nation are supposed to be a part of it. And he makes no apologies or excuses for his bluntness that these key things are not being done and that is why we are failing. He even says political correctness is a major problem in this country. You cannot help but feel and know Dr. Carson’s words and parables were aimed at Obama and at the Washington D.C. elected class on both sides of the aisle. The man, in my friend’s words, is a national treasure. More people should hear from Dr. Benjamin Carson. Here is your chance…

Rush Limbaugh: “Sleepy Obama Sits Through Prayer Breakfast Where Dr. Benjamin Carson Blasts Obamacare”

Keith Koffler @ White House Dossier: “Obama Treated to a Full Plate of Conservative Thought”

Twitchy: “ICYMI: Dr. Benjamin Carson’s speech at the National Prayer Breakfast”

UPDATE: Excerpts from the movie “Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story”

You can view the entire movie here on YouTube.

The Gentle, Loving “Nana”

I just had to share this incredible video.

This little Peter Pan has his very own patient, attentive, and devoted “Nana”

You can see an extended version of this interaction (without the music bed) between the little boy and the Golden Retriever here.

Recently there was the story of a lost 10 year old Down syndrome boy that was found by a mother dog looking for her pups. The puppies had huddled with the boy through the night, keeping each other warm. Around the same time a 4 year old Down Syndrome boy in New South Wales became lost in the bushlands with three of the family dogs. They too loyally stayed with him through the night, barking out when they heard the humans searching for the boy. Turnabout is fair play when a 7 year old girl with Down Syndrome saves a dog from drowning.

The Beloved Christmas Carol Written During the Cuban Missile Crisis

I am not sure if anyone at Babalu has covered this before, but I had no idea. I admit to being one of those who simply took for granted one of my all time favorite Christmas carols had been written a century or more ago in some chilly New England loft or a dusty European music room illuminated by candles. However, thanks to a very devout Catholic friend of mine I have been made aware of this stirring song’s origins written right here in the USA during the Cold War…

ALTHOUGH the names of Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne may not be familiar, they composed many popular songs together, including “Rain, Rain, Go Away,” recorded by Bobby Vinton.

Their masterpiece, however, is “Do You Hear What I Hear?” Many people mistakenly assume this Christmas classic has been around for years and that it is of European origin. But it was written in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis as a powerful plea for peace by a man who had experienced the horrors of war.

The song’s message of peace is as desperately needed today as it was then.


Of all their works, that simple Christmas song is the one that will continue to be treasured. Here is how it came to be:

In October 1962, the Soviet Union and the United States were involved in a crisis centered on missiles the Russians had installed in Cuba. The United States threatened military action if the missiles were not removed. The world trembled and prayed as these two nuclear powers stood eyeball-to-eyeball.

That October, as Noel Regney walked through the streets of New York, a sense of despair was in the air. No one smiled.

Regney had endured the horrors of war. He knew the fear and terror of being close to death. The safe and secure life he had built for himself in the United States was on the verge of ending.

Christmas, which was supposed to be a time of peace and goodwill, was approaching. Noel Regney had been asked by a record producer to write a holiday song.

“I had thought I’d never write a Christmas song,” he recalled. “Christmas had become so commercial. But this was the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. In the studio, the producer was listening to the radio to see if we had been obliterated.

“En route to my home, I saw two mothers with their babies in strollers. The little angels were looking at each other and smiling. All of a sudden, my mood was extraordinary.”

A glimpse of these babies filled Noel Regney’s heart with poetry. The little ones reminded him of newborn lambs. Thus, the song begins, “Said the night wind to the little lamb….”

As soon as Noel arrived home, he jotted down the lyrics. Then he asked Gloria to write the music to accompany his words. “While walking down the street in New York, my mother heard trumpets playing the melody in her head,” explains Gabrielle Regney.

“Noel wrote a beautiful song,” Gloria said later, “and I wrote the music. We couldn’t sing it, through; it broke us up. We cried. Our little song broke us up. You must realize there was a threat of nuclear war at that time.”


There have been over 100 versions of “Do You Hear What I Hear?,” including early recordings by Perry Como and the Harry Simeone Chorale. Gladys Knight and the Pips, Destiny’s Child and Vanessa Williams are among the artists who have made more recent recordings. Noel Regney’s personal favorite was a recording by Robert Goulet, who nearly shouted out the line, “Pray for peace, people, everywhere.”

But it was the Bing Crosby 1963 recording that brought Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne’s song of peace to the nation’s attention. In those days, Crosby’s recordings were often instant hits; his version sold more than a million copies.

“Do You Hear What I Hear?” carried a beautiful message close to people in all walks of life. It became a popular Christmas carol, “a song high above the tree, with a voice as big as the sea.” But the message of peace was lost on many people.

“I am amazed that people can think they know the song and not know it is a prayer for peace,” Noel Regney once told an interviewer. “But we are so bombarded by sounds and our attention spans are so short.”

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Please read the whole article to understand the writers’ backgrounds and experiences, especially Noel Regney’s life in Europe during WWII.

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“Nobody is Being Forced to Bow Down and Worship Anybody”

For several years now Bill O’Reilly has documented the war on Christmas in this country. It seems like every Christmas season the secular atheists can’t help but insist on making everyone as miserable, sour, and antisocial as they are. They are offended by any outward expressions of Christmas, whether religious or not. Friday night O’Reilly and Ben Stein discussed this annual seasonal assault on Christians and Christmas.

I was struck by Stein’s genuine understanding and respect for not only Christians, but recognizing the very reason Christians commemorate with celebration. I was even more impressed as the Jewish Ben Stein admitted he loves and celebrates Christmas, saying it celebrates the birth of “The Son of God”. He even graciously calls Jesus “The Prince of Peace”. He finds it ridiculous anybody is offended by celebrating the holiday. We have always supported Israel and our Jewish brothers and sisters. I guess I was mostly touched by Ben Stein’s support for Christians.

Thank you, Ben Stein, for the lovely and generous Christmas card. Merry Christmas to you too, sir. I wish you and your family a beautiful and blessed Hanukkah. I never forget Jesus was Jewish. It is why we will always be connected.

Election day inspirationals

Two excellent essay, one on The American Spectator and the other on Human Events:

“Au Revoir, Mr. President” by R. Emmett Tyrrell, Jr

[…] Obama has come across as an amazingly close approximation of Jimmy Carter, complete with a slow-growth economy and a foreign policy disaster, though one of Obama’s empty boasts was he understood the Arab world especially well. His backup team of David Axelrod and David Plouffé serve as second-rate Jody Powells and Ham Jordans. Frankly, I preferred Jody and Ham.

I must in all humility admit that it took me all of two weeks into his presidency to recognize that Obama was over his head. On February 5, 2009, I said in this space that Obama’s presidency was doomed. I pronounced him a dud, unlikely to be reelected president. Said I, “…with the economy in crisis and American national security in the hands of a starry-eyed novice, one can argue that we are in for a reprise of the Carter years complete with the self-righteous pout.” Well, I argued this for almost four years and today I rest my case. Next week President Obama goes into retirement. I hope he will consider Hawaii.

Given my perspective, it was an easy case to call. A few months back I published my findings in The Death of Liberalism. In that book I noted that in the conservative deluge of 2010 independents combined with conservatives to turn the Liberals out. The independents do not always share the conservatives’ social values, but they are very ardent for prudent economic policies. The growing debt and unbalanced budgets (both state and federal) had roused the independent vote. I said they would vote with the conservatives for years to come, because Obama and his cohorts in Congress were going to pile up trillion dollar deficits for years to come. Along with the conservatives and independents, next week will come the “uncommitted” voter. The uncommitted always goes with the challenger. […]

“We must rip this fledgling tyranny out before its roots grow strong and indestructible” by Matthew Russell

[…] Today, tyranny is quietly standing at the threshold of the back door, disguised under an assumed name, waiting for us to open up and invite it in.

But this does not have to be so.

Our system of government is what has made us one of the greatest nations ever to grace this earth, but that does not mean it is perfect and does not require constant vigilance in its maintenance. Our government holds important responsibilities that cannot be overlooked, one of which is to deny tyranny a foothold in our country. While our system of government and its make-up is meant to act as a check upon potential oppression that does not mean it is not susceptible to tyranny’s subversive nature.

Humans are imperfect, we are corruptible. This is why our government is divided into three branches so no one branch consolidates power over the other. This is known as the separation of powers, a dictum we have heard since our first middle-school class on government.

It falls upon the people to keep an attentive eye upon the federal government’s separation of powers. The American people are part of our system of government and this is one of our roles in this system. The people’s ability to interdict is one reason why our system has been so successful at creating a free, prosperous nation. The policies set in motion in the last four years intend to remove the people from this equation under the guise that the federal government knows what is best for the people. […]

The Choice, revisited: our Republic on the precipice

“At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? — Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant, to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never! — All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Buonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years. At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”

–Abraham Lincoln,
address before the Young Men’s Lyceum

of Springfield, Illinois, January 27, 1838.

* * *

“Well, Doctor, what have we got—a Republic or a Monarchy?”

“A Republic, if you can keep it.”

–Attributed to Benjamin Franklin at the close of the Constitutional Convention of 1787,
when queried as he left Independence Hall on the final day of deliberation;
in the notes of Dr. James McHenry, one of Maryland’s delegates to the Convention.

— — — — — — — — — — —

It’s been a long four years, hasn’t it?

I’ve never experienced writer’s block as I have in preparing this essay. Some of you are thinking that I’m crazy; that this essay, outlining my thoughts and ideas about tomorrow’s election, should come out of me without effort. You’d be wrong. I have much to say and very little inclination to say it. I’m tired of repeating myself to mindless drones who do not care to listen to facts and common sense. I’ve said it all before, and my co-writers and co-contributors have all said it before as well, more eloquently than I.

But I was compelled to write this because tomorrow is the day of reckoning, the day we’ve been waiting for since January 20, 2009. Tomorrow America decides whether it wants to walk in the light of liberty or whether it continues the relentless four-year path to tyranny and socialism. Or, as the other side calls it, “forward.”

In the two years since I wrote “The Choice,” where I made my pitch for electing conservatives in the mid-term election, things have gotten worse. And, remarkably, also better. Worse in the sense that the left has doubled-down on every bad policy and idea — and have lied to the American people over and over again. The mendacity, disinformation, and sophistry I have witnessed from the left and Democrats over the last two years has been breathtaking. The left is content to speak in platitudes and slogans and roundly ignore the dangers facing our country. Domestic and foreign.

But also better. A large percentage of the American People — WE THE PEOPLE — have finally awakened. That public, that in 2008 ingested the Kool-Aid in big, sloppy gulps, have experienced an epiphany about who Obama is and what his party wants for us. And they’ve realized that it’s not pretty. Obamacare, one of the most pernicious and destructive pieces of legislation ever passed by a United States Congress, is singularly unpopular. Majorities are opposed to it and have been opposed to it since its debate and ultimate passage, against the will of the American people. This one piece of legislation, upheld by the Supreme Court on June 28 of this year in a tortured and nonsensical decision, has mobilized a great many citizens to roundly reject the agendas of the left. They have finally awakened to the unassailable fact that Democrats want more and more control over our lives, not less. They have awakened to the fact the Democrats don’t care one whit about the taxpayers who fund these programs. Why would they? A small majority of American taxpayers fund the programs for the rest. With 47% of the population receiving government benefits without paying taxes the Dems feel safe that they have bought the votes necessary to continue their path “forward.” What that path is, however, is economic Armageddon.

Our economic system is on the verge of collapse. Entitlement spending has exploded, promises made to Americans about their retirement — which was never the intent of Social Security — and promises made about Medicare can no longer be kept. The unfunded liability of the United States of America for entitlement programs is so staggering that the number is almost unbelievable. We cannot continue to spend money we don’t have.

One of the salient facts I throw out at every opportunity is our national debt number. This administration has doubled the combined debt from 1791-2008 in just four years. Read that again. This administration has doubled the combined debt from 1791-2008 in just four years. It is a staggering statistic that few understand or care to believe. But it affects every man, woman and child in this country. Today’s generations, and tomorrow’s yet unborn generations, will be paying for the ill-conceived largesse intended to ensnare tens of millions in a web of dependency. We’ve had forty consecutive months of unemployment over 8% — forty-two if you count the last two months of 7.8% and 7.9% unemployment that many think are doctored numbers. Entire industries are under assault. Coal miners are losing their jobs left and right because of this administration’s policies. Businesses are sitting on well over a trillion dollars in cash, afraid to spend it because they do not know the extent to which their money will disappear due to the policies of the leftists in Washington.

Fortunately, the mid-term election of 2010 marked the beginning of the end of the Dems continued push “forward” on their socialist path. Control of (at least) the House of Representatives has meant an effective end to four years (2007-2011) of Democrat control and unfettered spending. They make the Republicans I criticized in 2006 look like pikers in comparison.

The American people have also come to the realization that a president who bows to other leaders — his equals — and who apologizes for his country is unacceptable. America is not perfect. We never were. But we were (and still are) the last best hope of the world. Our enemies — Russia, China, Cuba, Venezuela, Iran, and the now-developing Muslim Brotherhood-inspired caliphate — sense weakness, indecision, confusion, and vacillation. I don’t care if they love us or not. They no longer respect us.

How can you respect a country that abandons its ambassadors and service men to die?

I do not think it is hyperbole to make comparisons between this year, and the end of the Roman Republic in 44 BC, the Reformation in 1517, the election of Abraham Lincoln in 1860, and the beginning of World War I in 1914. The events in each of those pivotal years changed the world forever. The election that will play out tomorrow will most certainly determine the future course of this country — and change the world for better, or worse.

We are on the precipice of an unstable cliff. WE THE PEOPLE have total control over our destiny. WE THE PEOPLE are still the sole arbiters of whether we stand away from the ledge, we’re pushed off, or we jump off.

Let us pray to Almighty God that we make the right choice.

Viva Cristo Rey!

As a Jew, these are not my words, but the battle cry of the Cristeros, as well as the last vows of martyrs in the film, For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada, a film about faith, freedom, conviction, and refusal to abandon those principles. This film is populated by heroes of the kind that sustain our civilization, brave souls who choose death rather than abandon their faith.

I watched the DVD tonight, as it disappeared quickly in LA theatres, I had missed it. Reading comments around the net, I suspect that is case in other areas as well.

For example, this one by Suzanne from a NYC suburb commenting at Yahoo Movies:

The movie “For Greater Glory” was advertised extensively on TV for several weeks. We live in the suburbs of NYC and have been watching for it for weeks. What happened? Where is it? Is there some sort of anti-Christian censorship going on?

It’s not just anti-Christian censorship, but anti-Judeo Christian tradition and anti-Western Civilization censorship. I’m sure you can imagine the gushing rave reviews coming from the Hollywood trash elite if this were a film about a triumphant war waged in the name of Islam. Catholicism is an easy target you know, all the jokes, the scandals, but make no mistake; if they get by with preventing Catholics from exercising the free practice of their religion, then the First Amendment is dead. You know the phrase, first they came for the . . .

The filmmakers had no way of knowing about the upcoming battle between the Catholic Church, and the Obama administration over the mandates contained in Obama Care. This foundational quote, from early in the film by Peter O’Toole playing a parish priest about to be murdered, on why he refuses to leave his church and hide, “We cannot allow the godless to take away our freedom,” signals the seriousness of the film’s subject and is also a reminder of our responsibility as citizens to support and defend our Constitution.

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

Film making at its best both entertains us and stirs-up our more noble qualities. The Greater Glory does both on an epic scale. It is profound; this is a film that awakens faith, rouses joy, and elicits anguished sobs.

Of course the critics panned it. If it is playing in a theatre near you, go see it, you won’t be disappointed. If not, rent or purchase the DVD, and see it before the November election. American’s get their directive from media, the message of The Greater Glory is the most important one this season.

The TEA Party is Alive and Well, and So are The American People


I grabbed this from a FaceBook follow:

Tea Party Fort Lauderdale 8-4-12 (I’m taking the picture so all you see of me is my SO FAR THE CHANGE SUCKS sign) . GREAT PATRIOTS…temps in the 90’s deters no one!
— at Oakland Park Blvd / Federal Hywy .

Love the “Stop the circus. Fire the clown.” sign. Somebody send MSNBC’s Chris “Party-pooper” Matthews the photo. The guy really is quite sick in the head with racism and bigotry.

Also, a couple “activist” mentions…

A couple days ago AFP (Americans for Prosperity) had a “Hands Off My Healthcare” protest outside the U.S. Senate on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C.. The MSM was too busy covering the gay activists kissing in front of various Chick-fil-A locations.

Another big one is coming up in a couple weeks in Cleveland, Ohio:



August 4, 2012, 1 p.m. EDT

Tea Party Protest Announced: Occupy The Truth August 18th, Cleveland, OH

—–Director of Hating Breitbart, Andrew Marcus, and Blogger Powerhouse Jim Hoft of Gateway Pundit announce a Tea Party Protest “Occupy The Truth” set for August 18th in Cleveland, Ohio—–

Go to the Press Release link for more info.

Party on STRONG into November, “We THE People”.

Breitbart is HERE.